Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XLVI

"But as to me, Onegin, this magnificence, a wearisome life's tinsel, my successes in the world's vortex, 4 my fashionable house and evenings, what do I care for them?… At once I'd gladly give all the frippery of this masquerade, all this glitter, and noise, and fumes, 8 for a shelfful of books, for a wild garden, for our poor dwelling, for those haunts where for the first time, Onegin, I saw you, i 2 and for the humble churchyard where there is a cross now and the shade of branches over my poor nurse. }i6